I am a bit nostalgic. Remembered Glasgow, and how I wrote essays. Remembered its ascetism. Library. My hostel room. Computers, books. Simple, clear. Tea with milk to hush hunger. The smell of books in the library. The deep fog which fell when I was reading for Growth Accounting essay. I went to the library in fog, sat there and downloaded articles in fog, went back home in fog.

And best of all was sitting on the grass, on the hills, looking at the clouds, in September.

Generally, looking at the clouds. They run so fast on the Island. Just like here.